“Everything seems to me to pass so quickly that we must concentrate on how to die rather than on how to live. How sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross with Christ.”

Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love.

The saints rejoiced at injuries and persecutions, because in forgiving them they had something to present to God when they prayed to Him.

However softly we speak, God is near enough to hear us.

To want to become angels while we are still on earth is ridiculous.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

Any real ecstasy is a sign you are moving in the right direction.

Union is as if in a room there were two large windows through which the light streamed in; it enters in different places but it all becomes one.

God is even kinder than you think.

Every part of the journey is of importance to the whole.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

If you seek to carry no other crosses but those whose reason you understand, perfection is not for you.

I am afraid that if we begin to put our trust in human help, some of our Divine help will fail us.

God deliver me from people who are so spiritual that they want to turn everything into perfect contemplation, come what may.

True perfection consists in the love of God and our neighbour, and the better we keep both these commandments, the more perfect we shall be.

The feeling remains that God is on the journey, too.

I want to die just once before my death so that I know what it feels like to be alive once again.

I will choosing to die rather than to remain alive without freedom and beg, as an alternative to death, a vastly inferior life.

A middle finger is more New York than a corporate ambush. I bleed for my hometown, and I’d die for my fans.

Ignore all hatred and criticism. Live for what you create, and die protecting it.

I would rather die than have my fans see me without a pair of heels on. And that’s show business.

What we usually call life is death, what we usually call death is life.

European children starved and watched their parents scheme and die. Here we grew up with toy whips. Early warning against our future leaders, the war babies.

My friends joke that I’m dead until I get onstage. I’m dead right now as you’re speaking to me.